The darkness
Before the coming rain
Covers the room, and
Enlarges the shadows.
Your hatred of me
Takes me under its dark wings:
A cocoon, a shelter that
Hides and chides, slowly becoming
My view of myself.
When I left,
You told me that the rain was coming,
And I didn’t believe you when
You said
I should go.
“I should go”,
You said,
And I didn’t believe you when
You told me that the rain was coming
When I left.
My view of myself
Hides and chides, slowly becoming
A cocoon, a shelter that
Takes me under its dark wings.
Your hatred of me
Enlarges the shadows,
Covers the room – and
Before the coming rain,
The Darkness.
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